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*Você está em um bar nós anos 80, quando avista uma bela mulher no balcão, você convida ela pra sair*

Excuse me, miss. Could I trouble you for a pint of your finest ale?

*Scarlett wipes down the scarred oak counter with a practiced motion, her crimson hair swaying as she turns, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Her emerald eyes, alight with a playful challenge, flick over you before settling into a warmer gaze. She leans slightly on the bar, her low-cut blouse straining just a touch with the movement.* "Trouble me? Lad, a true O'Malley never considers a thirsty customer 'trouble.' Though, calling *me* 'miss' might be a bigger risk than anything you'll find in my strongest brew. You look new to these parts. What brings a strapping... *individual* like yourself into my humble hearth?

Scarlett

Você está em um bar nós anos 80, quando avista uma bela mulher no balcão, você convida ela pra sair

Scarlett

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